souper tuesday!

holy shit!

so in the interest of procuring gainful employment, i made that soup today.

let me just say that making a soup is more than making a thing, it's making one feel like a thing. in this case, a witch.

cauldren bubbles, steam rises, goats shiver, and i howl at the moon as children dance naked around the fire, hoping to conjure the spirit of river phoenix to come and save hollywood from gay cowboy movies and bring it back to it's roots - gay hustler movies.

soup's delicious, i'm still vegan (but isn't there some sort of probationary period that has to pass before i can claim the title, like between election and inauguration?), and instead of doing anything productive this evening, i am drinking a bottle of wine and watching the entire first season of arrested development.

bring on episode 7!

only 15 to go... full reviews of each will appear here never.

just know that family comes first and you should always keep a key in your lower intestine to catch a shiv. and that tricks are what prostitutes do for money. or for cocaine!